Hampton-Almarode-Obituary

Hampton B. Almarode

Pettersburg, Virginia

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Hampton Bailey Almarode, 76, of Chesterfield, died Tuesday, April 8, 2008, at St. Francis Medical Center. He was the son of the late Harry T. and Lorie Pickrell Almarode, and was preceded in death by his wife, Alma Hopkins Almarode, and a son, Michael L. Almarode. Mr. Almarode retired from Brown...

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I AM VERY HONORED TO HAVE KNOW SUCH A WONDERFUL PERSON. HE TREATED BOTH OF MY GRANDDAUGHTERS (HARLEY AND MAKENNA) EQUALLY EVEN THOUGH HARLEY WAS OF NO RELATION. HE WILL BE TRULY MISSED BY ALL WHO KNEW HIM

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my...

Hampton was such a great and dear friend i thought of him as a second father i love him like a father figure and i,am going to miss him greatly

Please know I am praying for the family during this time.May the Lord bless you ,and may you feel His gentle hand and His redeeming grace

You will be in my heart forever.
Your niece,
Kathy Roub

Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost...

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

Grant me strength, Dear Lord, I pray,

Control my life, don't let me stray.

When I feel angered, help me see,

That I can place my trust in Thee.



When I feel I'm sinking low,

Hold me, Lord, don't let go.

Don't let Satan have his way,

For I know he'd lead me astray.



Make me strong when I feel weak,

Let my ears listen when You speak.

Let not my faith diminish in Thee,

But save my soul and...

Lord, please hold on tightly, to my loved one that I lost,

The nights are cold and lonely, like the freezing from a frost.

I close my eyes at night, hoping sleep will over come...

Hoping that by morning, my body won’t feel numb.



Oh, God, how hard it is at times, even after all these years,

The pain just never goes away... nor do all the tears.

I can’t seem to focus, on the things I know I must,

For I still see the face, of the one I...